26 years ago, this car was just a rusted metal crap in my grandpop’s old garage. It was left to decay and die its natural death until I was born. Once my painter parents learned their first child will be a girl, they christened the car with colours. We’re like twins born on that fateful summer day.
With thousand trips this car has took me and my family, today is both the happiest and the saddest.
Tonight this car won’t bring me home any more, cause it is now my turn to create a home I will call my own.
Word count: 100
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 10, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for the lovely prompt, Priceless Joy!